when I left Wales I had dreams of quite a high standard, hopes. I had a sparkle in my eyes but nobody nor I could of told what lay ahead in my path.
My fathers dear friend Jason Deason along with his friend Richard Oates had struck there fortune in the head with a shovel for they had just struck the biggest gold nugget of the century they named, it the welcome stranger it was truly spectacular the way it sparkled in the sunlight and gleamed in the moonlight.
1852 june 12
Father got back from the fields late last night with dark moist mud smeered across his face , every day father looks weeker and weeker.
He has the sparkle in his eyes aswell, he tells us every day that it will get better, it will but every time he tells us this the sparle in his eye slowly fades, his smile fades to.
1852 june 15
today fathers going down to the mines .the mines are a living hell , every day father works in the mines only to come back to an old,bleek , falling apart country shack.It Might not be much but it's home, and home is not a place or destination ,home is the people you are with.
iam devestated harry is a free sprit and he shouldn't be caged up ,like a canary in a mine.they are taking him there on sunday. to the mines that is.my parents think he could learn the definition of the word disapline as it appears to be the only word not in his vocabulary.
Place of birth: England/ London
Age: 18
Parents:June Underwood, John Underwood
1852 june 7
when I left Wales I had dreams of quite a high standard, hopes. I had a sparkle in my eyes but nobody nor I could of told what lay ahead in my path.
My fathers dear friend Jason Deason along with his friend Richard Oates had struck there fortune in the head with a shovel for they had just struck the biggest gold nugget of the century they named, it the welcome stranger it was truly spectacular the way it sparkled in the sunlight and gleamed in the moonlight.
1852 june 12
Father got back from the fields late last night with dark moist mud smeered across his face , every day father looks weeker and weeker.
He has the sparkle in his eyes aswell, he tells us every day that it will get better, it will but every time he tells us this the sparle in his eye slowly fades, his smile fades to.
1852 june 15
today fathers going down to the mines .the mines are a living hell , every day father works in the mines only to come back to an old,bleek , falling apart country shack.It Might not be much but it's home, and home is not a place or destination ,home is the people you are with.
iam devestated harry is a free sprit and he shouldn't be caged up ,like a canary in a mine.they are taking him there on sunday. to the mines that is.my parents think he could learn the definition of the word disapline as it appears to be the only word not in his vocabulary.
18 june 1852